Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow Creeps in this petty pace from day to day, To the last syllable of recorded time; And all our yesterdays have lighted fools The way to dusty death. Out, out brief candle! Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player That struts and frets his hour upon the stage And then is heard no more: it is a tale Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, Signifying nothing. -- Macbeth, Act 5, Scene 5
Frankie and Slim
Sunday, July 23, 2006
TECH SUPPORT
I messed up with Ron's email account. It has been wrong since April. discovering a computer problem on a weekend is not a good thing. I tried to fix it by myself and amplified the monster I had already created. What to do? What to do? Oh yes, call Tandy, of course. Wow, he had us working in less than 12 minutes. His job training is proving valuable. Wish I could have bragged on him to his supervisor:-)
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